bangladesh, identity

home-y skies

the thing about returning home
is that everything remained
but you
have changed

the feelings you crave
are a mere reminder
that time has passed
and people you left
are memories

as i get older i realize
i have many homes:
i saw home
in my sister’s eyes
felt home
in my friend’s arms
smelled home
as i passed smokers
at the corner of a block

home may be postal code
but home is no longer a place
for me
home will forever be a feeling

are you home?

~FKE. July 2017.

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